My sister decided that to take and post a photograph every day.
It seemed like a good way to force...self-encourage creativity. But I don't take photographs.
This blog will be my daily[ish] writings. Some days I may write poems, some days I'll write phrases or sentences. Since most of what I post here will probably fall into some category of poetry, I must quote Paul Valery, as he accurately stated that, "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." So everything here is a work in progress.

Ok. Here we go. I was listening to Crosseyed and Painless, by the Talking Heads. Most versions start with "I've lost my shape." I thought about that and I visualized it like a Doctor Who regeneration (NuWho style)-if you don't know it doesn't matter. But I thought about something inside of a person trying to escape. Somehow I related that to Jimi Hendrix and had a notion that he's creative brilliance was trapped in an insufficient human form, and the best he could do with it was play guitar. I'm not that happy with the whole thing, but I haven't posted anything in so long. But I think I'll continue to work with it. Posted for Jingle's Gooseberry Garden and the Thursday Poet's Rally at The Poetry Palace.

I got the idea (and title) for this poem from the title of a wonderful poem on Mixture, a blog by an amazingly talented poet. I hope she doesn't mind that I stole her title. Anyway, I took the title much more literally than she used it. Sometimes I feel like I've written something that has a lot of potential, but I just can't get it whee it needs to go. Usually, I give up. Look for it at Poet's United's Poetry Pantry and Jingle's Poetry Potluck.